Working at the kitchen table. Or sometimes on the sofa.
Irregular working hours but no stress. Beautiful office. Possibility of coffee breaks in the sun, with a sea view ( if it wasn't so darn cold ). Instead of great salad lunches, it's now whatever-is-found-in-the-fridge lunches.
More time for life. Back to being poor. A lot of time spent putting my house and business in order, in a desperate attempt to gain back some control over my wildly spinning life. Crying over paperwork, sometimes.
Also some really interesting work, for once. Discovered something new that I'm good at. Dreams of a new career, mixed with doubts about the same. Where is this going?
Going for a run almost regularly, just to get out of the house. Much more up for social life than before. Kind of, almost, enjoying this life ( except the paperwork part and the being poor part ).
It's freedom. But everyone else is living such settled lives and I've been thrown out into chaos again. Will there be a happy end?
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